Suzanne
Brother Paul! look!
—but he rushes to a different
window.
The moon!
I heard shrieks and thought:
What's that?
That's just Suzanne
talking to the moon!
Pounding on the window
with both fists:
Paul! Paul!
—and talking to the moon.
Shrieking
and pounding the glass
with both fists!
Brother Paul! the moon!
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